beck

The birthdays are always the most nostalgic and the most fun all at the same time, I think. I wonder, were my parents ever sad or weepy on our birthdays? I don’t remember them talking about it, but maybe they just didn’t tell us. All day on Beck’s birthday (and the day before at her party) I felt so nostalgic for the present and the last three years. HOW is she so big! Jay was talking to her about her vocabulary the other day and asked her how many she knew, and I was thinking….all of them. She can’t really talk about engineering with much finesse, but she’s fluent in English, which is strange and obviously a good thing.

Two and a half plus a month because time is escaping me, so rounding the bases toward three faster than I’d like to admit. Also messing with my mind, Beck will be a big sister at her next birthday in five seconds. …

First, I’d like to point your attention to the above picture: this is what getting a toddler to eat like a human is like. To the outside eye, it probably looks like I’m super pissed and borderline assaulting my child. Buttttt no, just holding her arm while patiently explaining that if we thrash around (one of my favorite phrases), we will very like fall off the bench and hurt ourselves and cry. …